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The Older You Get

The older you get, the more you cry. It started becoming noticeable when I was watching a movie either in the theater or on TV. It's not as apparent with women because women rightfully are allowed to express their emotions from the earliest age. However, with us men, it can be downright embarrassing. Even women who profess they want their male friends to be more emotional can turn away in horror.

Here I am creeping up on (age -This information has been challenged and will be withheld from publication until certified. We are having problems getting the necessary documents as our request has been challenged by the deep state.), and some kid actor gets me trying to swallow my emotions over his reaction to his dog dying. I don't want to talk about what happened when I had to deal with the reality that I faced when I heard that my Lucy was put down.

All of the scenes in movies that I used to call 'tear-jerkers' can create a tump in the chest and a tear in the eye. This kind of behavior is not restricted to movies either. I've noticed my grandkids playing, and I can get choked up watching them experience life with their innocence and thirst for adventure. I feel such a huge sense of connection when I can make them laugh or spontaneously hug me.

Even the older ones, the cool teenagers, will occasionally notice me and crack a smile. I realize it's because I'm probably doing something they consider unbelievably dumb, but I'll take what I can get, and I treasure it.


As I've reported in past posts, I've taken the observation seriously by two friends that my writing is often more like a script for performance than a novel. I downloaded a free app for screenwriting and began tapping away. 

I've tried scriptwriting before, and maybe that's where the seed for my tendencies began. It was a short drama for a 48-hour film competition. I submitted the script to a program being run by The Milwaukee Film Festival organization. After tweaking the piece, I attempted to put together a cast and crew to produce and direct it. Sadly, we never got there. 

I've built a Website to assist the rollout of my novel, 26 Women. I will clean up my first draft of my screenplay, Uh Huh, and post it for those of you who might enjoy it.

This is a nod to those who feel like the election has left us all feeling like a deflated party balloon. And that is regardless if your guy won or lost. The energy it took to get to election day and realizing we wouldn't know until five days later was as voluminous as the gas in a Goodyear blimp. Now we find that to some of us, it's not over yet. The nightmare that we can't wake up from.


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